Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea
A pie sailor?
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Chapter 3
“A Pie
Sailor?”
Morning came and the young woman stirred.
was strangcomfcomfortable. She could
feel that she was in a bed, yet she couldn’t remember getting home, well, to a
bed anyway. She opened her eyes and
didn’t recognize her surroundings – she also didn’t recognize the man that was
staring down at her.
“Yer awake!” he
said hap.
“Um…yes,” she
said, her voice shaking.
“Ye feel all
righ’?”
“I’d feel better
if I knew where I was, or better yet, who you are.”
Jack smiled.
Black Pearl.”
The woman seemed
almost pleased with that answer. “You
are? I am? an>Ban>But how?”
“Well,” Jack
said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I was on me way back here last night when I…I tripped over ye, ye
see. Ye were face down in the mud and I
din’ t’ t’ just leave ye there, so I brought ye aboard and me only female
member o’ the crew cleaned ye up…but she wouldn’ take ye t’ ‘er cabin, she’s a
bit bratty tha’ way, but I owe ‘er a ship, so I really can’ complain an’…”
“Could you slow
down a bit please?”
“Oh…sorry,
love. Anyway, I din’ know wha’ else t’
do with ye, so I put ye in here by the fire ‘till ye warmed up, then put ye in
me bed. I slept on the floor, not quite
sure why I did tha’ now tha’ I think about it, an’, well, now yer awake.”
“You didn’t, um,
you weren’t, piratey with me?”
“Piratey?” Jack
laughed.
“You didn’t have
your way with me?”
“Ye weren’t
awake, love, wha’ fun would tha’ o’ been?”
The womookeooked a tad frightened, causing Jack to add, “Not tha’ I
woulda done tha’ anyway. I can assure
ye, tha’ even though I’m a pirate, I’ve ne’er taken a wench, er, woman, by
force.” He smiled.
t’ me bed.”
“Well, that makes
me feel better,” the woman said sarcastically.
“So, ye know who
I am, can I know who ye are?”
The woman looked
down at the covers, twisting them in her hands. “I suppose I owe you that much.
My name is Cordelia.”
“Cordelia…what?”
The woman looked
a bit sad. “Just Cordelia,
Captain. No last name that I’m aware
of.”
“No parents
then?”
“No.
was…” She sighed heavily.
“A pie sailor?”
Jack asked.
The woman could
see no reason to lie; after all, she was in a pirate town, on a pi
sh
ship. “He was a pirate.”
“Which is it,
love, a sailor or a pirate?”
“Pirate.
idea who he was…I don’t think I care anymore either.”
Jack scratched
his head. “Ye speak rather proper for
bein’ in Tortuga.”
“I’m not from
here. I’m from Port Royal.”
sound so much like Elizabeth and the eunuch then,” Jack smiled.
who he was talking about. “So, why are
ye here, lass? An’ how did ye end up in
the mud?”
Cordelia looked
ashamed. “I was here to find out about
where I’m from, who I am. That led me
into a bar, which led me to a man…I wouldn’t go to his bed.
he’d have killed me. You probably saved
my life.”
“Someone…someone
hit ye then?” She nodded.
“Sure, some large
dirty pirate. Does that help?”
Jack smiled at
her. “Well, bathin’s not the biggest
priority here. Did ye find anythin’?”
“No, but it
doesn’t matter anyway. I’m probably
better off not knowing.” She looked
around nervously for a moment, then met up with Jack’s gaze ongaingain.
“I’m not just any
pirate, love. I think I’ll be takin’ ye
back t’ Port Royal.”
“You really don’t
have to do that…”
“I’m goin’ there
anyway, love – checkin’ up on some mates o’ mine. I’ll feel better knowin’ ye didn’ go back into town.”
Cordelia
smiled. “You’re a bit odd, Captain
Sparrow.”
“Odd?
“I didn’t say that it was bad.”